Sonnet 620

The trees are dancing to the atonement of the winds serenade this morning I've decided to stay in bed an hour longer Thinking of the Ballad I wish to write for you today For how am I to steal the heart of the miss that mirrors my smiles Perhaps these hands may build a necklace for you Cover it with ornaments of Gold and watch them fall upon your clavicle like jewels For Im clumsy in your presence and I have fallen again May I paint a silhouette of us in this poem? To show my unborn of what I think of my wife. For if the sky is to fall today Then we shall both burn together